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You were in an old strip mall today. It was a pretty old place, its outsides were dull and unwashed, most of the stores had long since moved out, and all that remained was a tax attorney office, a BBQ Smokehouse, and some unmarked store you’d never visited before. And since you had the day off from work today, you figured you could finally check that store out and see what it had to offer.
You stepped up to the front door of the store, still debating on whether or not to fully commit to your mini-expedition. You’d actually never seen the inside of the store from windows or anything, as the windows were blocked off by shelves.
After talking yourself in and out of it for several minutes, you finally managed to strut right on into the store. Immediately you were met by an interior that could best be described as a general/magic store in a fantasy setting. The shelves were lined with ‘transformative components’. Said transformative components were seemingly just random objects or drinks, heck, there were even some weapons in a few places. Some shelves had themes though. There was an ‘Evolution Stone’ shelf, ‘Mystery Science Substance’ shelf, and even a shelf filled with nothing but purple ‘TF Potions’. Under the sign was a smaller sign reading: “It’s not lean, I promise.”
After perusing the shop’s shelves for a while, you found yourself back at the center of the store where you entered from. It was also where the checkout desk was located. It was attended by what seemed to be an anthropomorphic snowy owl, however, ‘attended’ may have been a stretch, as the owl was passed out over it and snoring lightly. It was clear he wasn’t planning on waking up anytime soon.
Instead of waking the owl up to ask about what exactly was going on in this store, another thought crossed your mind.
Would you be able to steal something?
There didn’t seem to be any security cameras, and the apparently only employee in the entire store was sleeping like a dead man…so theoretically, what was stopping you?
Sneakily, you grabbed one of the lean potions off the shelf and began to quietly make your way back to the front door. Ironically you ended up making more noise than you would’ve if you’d have just walked around normally, as the added pressure on the floor from walking around on tip-toes caused of the floorboards to creak, further causing the owl to stir and mumble something in his sleep about cowboys’ butts.
After pausing to make sure the owl wasn’t fully awake, you resumed your sneaking, and finally you made it to the front door…and as you turned the knob to open the door and make your escape, you found that it wouldn’t budge at all.
“What the hell?” You mumbled under your breath, feverishly pulling and twisting the doorknob to try and get it to turn, but nothing worked. Eventually you just gave up and decided to just go return the stolen good.
But as you turned around, you were met with the owl at the desk, now awake and standing right in front of you, looking dead into your eyes with an expression that could be best described as ‘I’m so done with this shit.’ Normally this wouldn’t be an intimidating sight at all, as the owl was not physically imposing at all, and his outfit looked like he was about to sell you shady insurance, but in this situation, it was.
“Oh um…hi…” You mumbled, trying to smile innocently.
“…Tryna steal from me, huh? Sorry man. The door won’t open unless you have a receipt.” The owl droned, his tone just as monotone as his appearance.
“Hey hey listen-“ You held your hands up in front of you as your brain shifted into high gear to try and think of a plausible excuse.
To this, the owl just held his wing up. “Save it. I don’t wanna hear it.” The owl then walked behind the counter and rifled around for several moments. You probably should’ve took off running at this moment, but A; where could you possibly go? And B, you were frozen to one spot from pure nervousness.
“Ah, here it is.” The owl then pulled out what seemed to be a straight-up revolver, then walked back over to you.
“N-No! Please don’t! I’m sorry-! I’ll never steal again- just please!” You ended up dropping the very thing you tried to steal at this point. The bottle crashed to the ground and shattered, sending the viscous purple liquid inside all over the floor.
The owl let out a shocked hoot and flew back a few feet before stopping and glaring at you.
“You dipshit! Do you have any idea how much those things cost?! And you almost got the shit on my talons! Do you know how much hell my boss would raise if he found out I got transformed by that shit?!”
The owl groaned and rubbed his face, knocking his nerdy-ass glasses askew. Meanwhile you tried to back up against the door to avoid the lean pool that was slowly spreading across the floor.
“Well…not like they ain’t gonna raise hell for this shit anyway…Fuck this is gonna be hell to clean up. You’re getting billed for all this shit by the way.” The owl then shot you with the revolver. You let out an earsplitting scream at that, which caused the owl to shoot you several more times.
“SHADDUP!!!!” He yelled back.
You looked down at yourself to see no bullet holes anywhere on your body…nor any bloodstains. It was as if the owl had just shot you with air.
You looked back up at the owl confusedly, and that’s when you noticed something very concerning.
In your peripheral vision, you could see your face beginning to grow out. Your nose ballooned into a black, wet, button-like shape, and your face reshaped into a long, pudgy dog snout.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” You screamed as beige fur began to grow all along your new snout.
“Well, you wanted to be a thief, so now you can really be a Bandit.” The owl snarked, shrugging.
You screamed again and began sliding down the doorframe. More fur began to sprout on your face, black fur this time. It wouldn’t take long for it so grow across your entire head. As for your human hair, it ended up taking on the exact length, consistency, and color as your growing fur. Your hair had been essentially been assimilated as if your fur was an aggressive army of nanobots.
You began trying to scratch all of the fur off your face, but all you achieved were some painful scratches on your cheeks, as well as having the ‘honor’ of feeling your ears grow and thin out into a pointy, triangular shape. In your panic, you found that your ears could now flick and angle back in tune with your emotions, like a dog.
…Fuck.
Your midsection began to itch and ache as the fur began to spread to it. Around your belly, the fur took on a light beige color, as it spread it out, it shifted into a light, baby-blue color, and finally, as it got to the edges of your torso, as well as your back, it became a deep cerulean, though there were splotches of black around your back.
“WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH BECOMING A BANDIT?!” You exclaimed, watching the skin on your arms be consumed by blue fur.
“Have you ever seen Bluey?” The owl asked. It then clicked in your mind. Still though, you wanted to stop this shit right now.
Of course that wouldn’t be happening, but it’s the thought that counts.
The fur soon spread to your legs, and soon after, your feet. Another major change would follow now, as on each of your feet, three of your toes began to grow out, melding the remaining to into nothing, along with that, your remaining toenails grew out into dull claws. Your feet were now a set of cartoony paws.
And immediately afterwards, a large, tufted tail erupted out of your back, ripping through your pants in the process. The tail was both black and blue, black around the base and blue around the tip.
“Jesus Christ…what the fuck…?” You huffed, looking down at your now-furry palms. You assumed that your transformation was done by this point, and that we’d finally have a Shameful Store TF without cruelty towards clothing, but you were dead wrong.
Several jolts went throughout your body as your physique began to reshape, starting with your muscles, they began to grow thicker and tougher, primarily in your arms and legs, though you could still feel your muscle mass growing in other areas. By now, your clothes were starting to feel a little tight.
Before you could trick yourself into thinking that you’d come out of this with a toned, ripped body, another set of jolts happened, and your belly began to grow, all in all, your torso and thighs became flabbier. The fattening of your upperbody resulted in your shirt tearing open from the back and front. From there your body began to grow just in general. You got taller, stronger, thicker, the whole nine yards. Your paws quickly ripped through your shoes, and your pants burst off of your legs. Now, your transition into a full-on dad bod ™ was complete.
“Okay!” The owl chirped. “That took way longer than I thought it would. Anyway, see ya later, and I’ll send you a bill through the mail.
“WAIT WHA-“ Before you could finish your question, the owl shot you in the face with the revolver and everything went black.
“Daaaad! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDDD-“
You awoke with a start, your eyes darting around a very familiar house. You metaphorically shit your non-existent pants as you recognized that you were now in the Heeler House. You then looked in the direction of the voice you heard, and were met with the sight of Bluey herself standing next to you and excitedly pushing an envelope at you over and over again.
“Eh-?! What in the-?!” Bluey then cut you off before you could finish crying out in shock.
“It’s for you! I found it in the mail and it had your name on it!” She blurted joyfully.
With trembling hands, you took the envelope and looked at the writing on the front.
“To Bandit Heeler. Open immediately.” It read. You quickly did as the envelope instructed, which was pretty difficult considering how much your hands were shaking, but you eventually managed to get the thing open and pull out a folded-up piece of paper out of it. You unfolded the paper and began reading…
“Thieving Bill – 20$
Spilling TF Lean Everywhere – 35$
Making Me Waste Bullets – 50$
Cross-Dimensional Travel Fees – 175$
Boss Turned Me Into A Squid For Three Days – 125$
You’re Ugly – 15$
Clothing Disposal – 10$
Cleaning Up The Lean – 20$
Total – 450$
Mail a check to your local bank and my boss will take it from there. If you do not do this in a week they will come to collect personally. Have a nice day and thank you for shopping at The Shameful Store.”
You looked into the camera dejectedly.
“Awwww….biscuits.”
Category Story / Transformation
Species Dog (Other)
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